A/N: I sincerely hope that this isn’t too harsh for you guys to dig. I had hell with this chapter… trying to figure out how to bring this about in a sensible way. Right… so eventually I said screw it and what you see is what you get.

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Chapter Five

Trevor’s eyes burnt as the itchy blindfold was removed and the bright light of the room lit into them causing them to water slightly. When he went to reach up and wipe the water as well as pain away, his hands were snatched back to his sides leaving him momentarily blinded for the moment - and cursing his ‘Master’s’ sadistic hide.

“Nice body on him, I can see that already,” the youth heard, causing him to bunch his brows up in question as his eyes slowly came to focus. He was admittedly shocked to see four men standing there, all dressed in chic black suits that showed off every one of their attributes wonderfully. Every one of them …

Glancing to his right he noticed a faint grin upon Gianni’s face as he adjusted his identical red scarf within his jacket pocket - that grin signified to everyone in that room, save Trevor, that the Italian was damn proud of his new found pet.

“Oh , yes, gentleman. Quite the body on this one and an ass…” Gianni slipped the robe off the younger mans shoulders, leaving his plump ass in the few of the four strangers. The expected whistles came in a rush, each man showing just how eager they were to get a piece of what they were seeing. When Trevor was finally turned around it was to show off his equally proportioned body that seemed to gleam in the light of the room. His toned body was displayed with little care to his feelings as his Dom twisted him this way and that to show the other men his new prize.

“Very pretty face he’s got on him, Gianni - but then you’ve always been one for pretty boys!” the second out of the four men lined up, shouted with mirth. His eyes glanced over the younger male on display with utter hunger.

Gianni merely chuckled at the comment, his own eyes going over each of his companion’s’ facial expressions, knowing before even glancing at them that each one was more than satisfied with the night’s special.

“Looks like he should be on all fours, if you ask me … showing that ripe ass to us,” another of the men yelled over and before long Trevor found himself cursing that loud lout as he was forced upon a table he hadn’t even realized he was standing in front of.

He felt like a whore, a piece of fucking meat, just standing there and letting these bastards look him over … and it didn’t sit well with him that his beloved Master was allowing this. He almost freaked when he felt more than one pair of hands on his ass, however, one quick tug to his leash told him to stay still or suffer, literally. And so he chose to suffer the sordid pleasure of so many men fondling him than risk the belt or cane, both of which he had come in first hand contact with and neither did he wish to experience again.

“Never understood your obsession with jock straps, Gi,” the African American man said, approaching the Italian and resting an arm around him like they were old pals. Something they just happened to be. All the men in the room that he was allowing to touch what was his were indeed good friends of his.

“Never understood your thong fetish, my friend, but I do not choose to question it.”

“You wouldn’t,” the man laughed, only to laugh harder when Gianni sighed in defeat and moved to pull the jock strap off his sub, leaving him totally unclad in a room full of horny gay men.

Trevor felt like a porn star, mounted upon the table for five men’s pleasure, completely naked, and it didn’t help that he was hard as a rock from all those hands rubbing at his crotch. Or the fact that one that chose to encircle him and pump his cock up and down …”Gian-”

“Having fun, piccola?” He heard the man’s voice before he could even finish calling the man’s name. When he chose not to answer the man continued. “I know you are. Your flesh is telling me more and more even as I stroke you. You want these men, attore grazioso?” When the youth shook his head no it was indeed genuine, as was the faint sheen in his eyes. This might be every mans fantasy, but not his. If he had to be fucked in such a whorish manner, he didn’t want it to be by people Gianni knew and saw every day. But then it wasn’t even just that. He didn’t want the degradation that came with being a sub, he didn’t want to loose his pride or sense of it anyway. He didn’t want to loose himself into the submissive shit and-

“Perhaps you do not, mine, but …” Trevor was surprised to hear a faint pause in the man’s voice and hand, as if he were having second thoughts on the matter at hand.

And he was. Gianni hated to admit it, but he felt faintly jealous sharing what was his with all these men, even though he had done it with so many others over the past… so many willing partners. Trevor was his prisoner though, something he had to constantly fight to keep and his heart demanded he not allow this thing to happen, his logic however won. It wasn’t such a big deal, just fucking.

“You will enjoy these men … and me, quello piccolo.” That said he released his erection and called the men off only to hear one of them shout - “With a mouth like that, he ought to be licking something.”

Trevor’s Master turned him around to face him. Gianni threaded his fingers into the man’s hair, slowly leading his face down to his clothed erection. The new sub just couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He couldn’t believe it, but he actually wanted to suck this man’s cock. He wanted to show all these men in this room who he belonged to and just why Gianni had him. He still felt embarrassed and still felt a bit queasy with the knowledge of how many men he would be forced to service tonight in a way he normally made others service him.

And when his Dom pushed Trevor’s face into his groin, both men were surprised when he began lapping at the cloth covering the man’s hard, heat, sucking on the rough material of the trousers in such an erotic manner that Gianni was forced to stop him, pushing him away.

“Too good, Gianni?” Trevor took pleasure in taunting, having come to his senses - which had been complete fucking traitors just seconds before. The harsh slap he got to his face soon took the snide tone from his voice and set him once again in his reluctant-mode yet again. He wasn’t allowed to keep that attitude, however, for this time when his face was forced down it was to Gianni’s bare meat. Hard, thick, long and waiting for Trevor to do his duty. The boy barely had time to think of just how nice a dick the guy had before the man forced it into his face.

Gianni bit his lip as he forced his slave’s head up and down his shaft, not bothering to move himself. This was the way it should be, slave serving Master. It just annoyed him that Trevor wasn’t doing so willingly. He hated being the bad-guy… well not really hated. He just preferred to have things simple ... simple and consensual. But even as he thought a million ‘what if’s’ he knew there was no way his beloved slave would ever have gotten over his ridiculous Dom act to become the sub he truly was.

He grunted after a few moments of having his slave’s mouth on him. He was forced to either stop or explode in the man’s mouth. And naturally, not wanting to seem weak in any sense, he pushed the boy away so he could be the first to fill Trevor within. “Very good, attore grazioso,” he breathed, catching his breath as he pulled his lover up only to push him down upon his back. “But it is now time for you to open yourself to me.”

Trevor knew what that meant and it made him feel even more like some sort of animal on display. But not wanting to get slapped - and half-way wanting the man inside him - he opened his legs and bent them at the knee. He knew Gianni would make him hurt and he was right. The man only lubed up his own cock before he began to press into him, much to the enjoyment of the other males who whistled and muttered snide, but oddly arousing, comments. It hurt like hell at first, as it was meant to do, until finally Gianni popped into him and began a steady thrust. It was a few thrusts into the cycle that he began to feel the harsh, hard pleasure of what the man was doing to him. Even when the Italian gripped his nipples, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh, he found himself moaning, confused at the thin line that shone clearly, pleasure and pain, combining for an instant of pure pleasure.

He couldn’t help but moan aloud as he came, clinging to whatever part of Gianni he could reach as he did so.

“He loves it!”

“Look at that cock-slut! Gianni, my man, you know how to pick ‘em!”

The Master hardly paid attention as he recovered from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He knew it would be this way, ever since he had laid eyes on the younger man he knew the sex, the emotions, everything … would just be so intense. And it was. He stared into Trevor’s flushed face for a long while before finally moving, sliding from the man and leaving his essence inside. He was actually forced to turn away as he gave a hand motion, allowing the men to take over where he left off. He hated sharing what was his this time, his Trevor. But fair was fair and after this … well, there would be no after this. Never again would he share his slave.